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I was wondering
if you was willing

to make some extra money.

Listen, I already told your mama

that the block is hot
around her, okay?

I owe your mother,
so I'll help you out,

but you gotta find
your own product.

These days, you know,

the name of the game
is convenience.

I wanna do the same
with tutoring.

It'll be run through an app
called Course Correct.

- Simon will want a record.
- And what would you want?

How about 5%, and neither
of us tells Stern about this?

[Trace] Why were you in my room?

Tariq's passed out on your bed.

You put it on him that hard?

I shouldn't be doing this.

[moans]

Did you sleep with Tariq, Diana?

Nothing happened between us.

From now on,
he's business, that's it.

You wanna tell me
about these white boys

- Cane had on the corner?
- Nah.

Wanna tell me
why you sent Cane up here?

Somebody could've gotten killed.

That whole shipment...

[Monet] I didn't send him,
Tariq.

[Ramirez] Their names
are Brayden and Trace Weston.

These kids are rich
and connected.

Something happens to them,
half of NYPD is here, and...

I know.

Cane is out of control, Mo.

You have to get him in line.

I'm running this shit, Cane.

Long as you are in my house,
you will fucking listen to me.

This is Dad's house.

Everything you got
comes from him.

All this bullshit
with you and Tariq

- and you and that cop nigga...
- Cane...

Don't you put
your fucking hands...

- Get the fuck off me!
- [Monet grunts]

[dramatic music plays]

[speaking Spanish]

[Cane grunting]

♪

Don't you ever put your hands
on my wife again.

We work together.

[Saxe] It's a deal.

Tariq St. Patrick's
going to jail.

Is there any way
that Davis could know

what really happened?

No, Ma, there's no way.

Look, you were the one that
said we have to trust Davis.

And the testimony
did make me look good.

[Tariq] All right, so then
that's all that matters.

Everything'll be fine.

I just hope you're right.

[Joe] ♪ They say this is
A big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it
This is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ I never took
A straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists
And turns, bumps and bruises ♪

♪ I live, I learn ♪

♪ I'm from that city full of
Yellow cabs and skyscrapers ♪

♪ It's hard to get a start
In these parts without paper ♪

♪ Homey, I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15 minutes
They moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag it
Then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options
Get some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the ball or the strap
Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ Fuck it, man In the meantime ♪

♪ Go head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal flow
My James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007
That's 62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm an undercover liar
I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes ♪

♪ And tell her Baby, I love ya ♪

♪ You're my inspiration
You're my motivation ♪

♪ You're the reason that I'm
Moving with no hesitation ♪

[Joe] ♪ They say this is
A big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it
This is where it goes down ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

♪

[singer]
♪ Didn't it rain, children ♪

♪ Oh, Lord... ♪

See, I told you we get more
when you preach about hell.

People wanna give.

They just have to be reminded
why sometimes.

[objects clatter faintly]

You hear that?

[gospel music plays]

♪

[Lil' Guap] Nobody move!

Put the money
in the fucking bag!

[preacher] No, no, no, no, no!
My-my brother...

Ain't no brothers here,
T.D. Jakes.

Uh, j-just let us go.

Nah, we got a special job
for you.

Hey, clean this up.
I want all that.

[man] Hey, yo, you heard
what he said.

No, please, please. Brothers...

- Move! Move!
- No, no...

Hey, yo, you think
this is a game?

No, I...

Give me this shit.

[singer]
♪ I ain't playin' no games ♪

♪ I ain't playin' games ♪

♪ I ain't playin' No games... ♪

[man] Don't fucking move!

[singer]
♪ I ain't playin' games ♪

[rock music plays]

Come on!

S-son, you-you don't
wanna do this

in the Lord's house.

What? [laughs]
This is my house, motherfucker.

♪

Open it.

♪

"Do-do not store for yourself
treasures on Earth,

"where thieves break in
and steal,

but-but store for yourself
treasures in heaven."

Man, shut the fuck up.

♪

You trying to go to heaven,
Father?

No, chill, chill, chill,
chill, chill, chill.

[door bangs]

- Rev!
- Fuck!

- [gunshot]
- Oh!

- Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!
- Oh!

Idiots! Yo, didn't I say
stick to the plan?

- Fuck.
- Till the fucking end?

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[Oliver]
Students, please listen up.

Uh, I know you're anxious,

and, frankly,
some of you should be.

The five students
with the highest GPAs

will advance to the semifinals

for the coveted
Canonical Studies Fellowship.

And those five students are...

Condom parade!

Strap up, nerds! Whoo! Sex Week!

[students murmuring
and laughing]

I think you dropped this.

Boy, if you don't get that shit
up out of my face...

This right here is for niggas
with MBAs and mortgages.

- Damn.
- Move.

All right, settle down.

We all know it's Sex Week
here on campus,

and that comes with a certain
amount of disruptions.

But I expect you all to be

above the puerility
of Fraternity Row.

Sex Week was started
by campus health services

to help educate the student body

about their bodies,

and we encourage all of you
to take part

in the various panels
and activities offered.

- Ha, like the Q Party, okay?
- [Khalid] Hey, we in there.

- We in there.
- Ugh!

What the hell is that?

That debaucherous,
orgiastic tradition

is not
a school-sanctioned event,

and the administration
has been, uh,

trying to abolish it for years.

And until they do,

we strongly discourage
you all from attending.

But if you do go, wrap it up.

Well, speaking
of wrapping it up,

can we go ahead and announce
the semifinalists already?

[chuckles] And don't gag
when they call my name.

And the semifinalists
are Ashley Fitzpatrick...

[applause]

Richard Banks,

Lauren Baldwin,

Timothy Goldwyn,

and last but not least...

- BruShaundria Carmichael.
- Ha!

Told y'all. Period.
What, you got a problem?

- [Carrie] Well done.
- [Oliver] Congratulations

to the winners.

[dramatic music plays]

[Carrie] Tariq, wait.

♪

Listen... I know you were
counting on the fellowship

to graduate early.

I don't wanna talk about this.

Look, I understand.

It's just that if tutoring Zeke
is making it hard for you

to keep up in the program,

then as your counselor...

[Tariq] This has nothing to do
with Zeke.

[Carrie] Right.

I was wondering
how he's doing academically.

[Riley moans]

Oh, that's good.

Oh, Brayden,
you're getting better at this.

[pop music plays over speakers]

I know, right?

Went to one of those
Sex Week seminars.

You know, it's crazy nobody
actually teaches the guy

where the clitoris is.

Well, the patriarchy's not
invested in female pleasure.

♪

You have no idea
what I'm talking about, do you?

- Absolutely no clue.
- [laughs] You're an idiot.

I love you too, baby.

You can't love somebody if you
can't tell them the truth.

♪

You still haven't told me
what really happened

when you disappeared all day,

and I know that Tariq told you
to lie to me about it.

I told you, I was babysitting
Trace when he got drunk.

- [door clicks open]
- [Tariq] Yo, B, we gotta talk

about this shit...

Yo, what the fuck, B?

I thought I told you
not to bring her back here.

We... you're early.

I thought you weren't supposed
to be back until...

well, now, but it's Sex Week,
bro, come on.

You know I gotta get
my swerve on.

Man, y'all look like
two raw chicken cutlets

in that fucking bed.

Hit me when she gets
the fuck out of here.

[door slams]

So what's going on with Tariq?

Saw you two
talking this morning.

I'm his advisor.

- Respect his privacy.
- [scoffs]

I'll ignore the irony
of you telling anyone

to respect a student's privacy

only because I need to ask
a personal favor of you.

It's about my new book.

Jabari, you and I should
only talk about work.

Besides, I have to get
these note cards done

for tomorrow's
48 Laws of Powerassignment.

I could help you with that.

[dramatic music plays]

You know what?
That would be great.

Have these on my desk

first thing tomorrow morning.

♪

Thanks.

Is that Everett?

He pissed at you
for leaving the other night?

No, actually, he's pissed
at you for showing up

- and making me come home.
- [scoffs]

Just got word from Rico.

The re-up's coming in two days.

Um, Ma, have you heard
from Cane?

I ain't sweating your brother.

Yeah, but he always handles
the re-ups with you.

And D.C. Joe expects him.

D.C. Joe ain't nobody's boss.

Dru can do the re-up with me.

♪

Okay, I ain't got no problem
doing the re-up with her,

but Cane should be here.

But after what happened,

he definitely ain't gonna
just show up,

and she ain't gonna call him.

They too much alike that way.

- Mm-hmm.
- We gotta go get him.

Hmm?

He could be anywhere, D.

♪

I think I know where to look.

♪

[line trills]

- [Lorenzo] Hey, baby.
- Cane been to see you?

I know how that boy loves
to go running to his daddy

every time things
ain't going his way.

What the fuck
did you say to him?

He ain't been back since.

He came by.
I'm sure he's fine, Mo.

It's been three days, Renzo.

What did you say to him?

I told him to do what you say...

and not disrespect you.

[Monet] That's all you said?

Well, he should've
shown back up by now.

I got a drop coming in two days,

and now I need to figure out
how I'ma handle it without him.

All I did was explain his
fucking place in this family.

He'll be back, Mo.

I hope you're right.

♪

[knocking]

[hip-hop music plays
over speakers]

What up, 'Riq?

What up?
Got your Julius Caesar paper.

Didn't I tell you
to meet me after class?

Yeah. Sorry about that.

You know, Sex Week...

I was a little preoccupied,
if you know what I mean.

Nigga, I was writing 25 pages
for your dumb ass

while you was getting
your fuck on.

Of course I know what you mean.

My bad, yo. You my mans, though.

Yeah, whatever.

Listen, man, I can't be
chasing you down like this.

- I got shit to do myself.
- I got you.

I got my priorities straight:

work, then pussy.

[Tariq scoffs]

[indistinct chatter]

Whew, university's different
than I remember.

- What the fuck you doing here?
- I took you not answering

my calls as an invitation.

Now, explain to me why there is

a mountain of unfulfilled
orders on the app

that I graciously helped
you launch.

There were some issues
going on, all right,

but I'm handling it.

Stop acting like
you doing me a favor

when I'm paying you way more
than what you're worth.

[scoffs] You know, Simon started

this whole Q Party thing
when he was at Stansfield.

[dramatic music plays]

Now, you go, and you make
Papa Stern proud,

and you sell those papers like
you have something at stake.

♪

He'll like these.

He loves flavors.

♪

[line trills, clicks]

Yeah, I'm running low.

I got some factors that are
out of my control right now.

[Tariq] Listen,
it's a big week on campus.

All right, it's a lot
of, um, action going on.

So if I'm not making people
happy, someone else will.

Look, I gotta wait,
so you gotta wait.

Sit tight. I'll hit you.

- [sighs]
- [line beeps]

[Saxe] Oh, f...

You don't have an appointment.

You aren't taking my calls.

You still down with the plan?

Yeah, I'm still down,
but Steven Ott

is gonna fire my ass
if I don't do a better job

looking like
I'm trying to convict Tasha.

Okay, who does he expect you
to call to the stand?

Well, Quinton Wallace,
Tasha's lover.

He puts her at the crime scene,
and she tried to frame him.

- To protect Tariq.
- Yeah.

But we can't say that
in court, not yet.

You get him
on his criminal record.

- That's the plan.
- Uh, Rashad Tate.

- Lying-ass nigga.
- [scoffs] Elisa Marie Proctor.

Minor child, couldn't possibly
know anything relevant.

Who else?

Uh, Tommy Egan's mother,
Kate Egan.

She would refute
Tasha's testimony

that Tommy shot
James St. Patrick.

The cokehead ex-stripper, right.

I will wipe the floor with her.

[sighs] Yeah, but even
if you do, it won't help.

I need someone who Ott
will believe will say

Tasha was the queenpin

but actually knows the truth
about James St. Patrick.

But who's left
that knows that for sure?

♪

I got it.

What are you doing here?

What happened now?

Well, I assume you've heard
Tasha St. Patrick's on trial

for her husband's murder.

I put that part of my life
behind me.

I've moved on.

We know you two were in contact,

I need you to come testify.

Yeah, absolutely not.
Find someone else.

This isn't optional, Paz.

Look...

I came here as a courtesy,

but I can just as easily
get a subpoena.

What don't you understand?

I can't help you with your case.

Tasha didn't tell me anything
about the murder.

Perfect.

See, all you have to do
is say that on the stand.

[knock at door]

♪

Can I help you?

Is my brother here?

- Cane?
- Mm-hmm.

No, I ain't seen Cane
in a minute.

Yeah, okay,
except I know that's a lie,

'cause there's no way
you could afford anything I see

besides that drink in your hand.

- Mm.
- Cane!

- [scoffs] Excuse me.
- Cane!

[scoffs]

- Yo, what happened to you?
- Go home, D.

I'm worried about you.
You need to come home.

Listen, I'm not sure Ma or Papi
want me to even be home.

I could tell she's worried.
She wants you back.

She say that?

♪

D.C. Joe called.

The re-up's coming.
She needs you.

We all need you, Cane.

I don't know, D.

If you want back in,
this is how you do it.

You show up for the family.

Come in at the perfect time.

Show her how much
she depends on you.

That'll squash it.

You think just like her.

♪

The streets are kind of hot
for me right now,

but I'll be at the drop,

as long as you promise
not to tell Ma where I'm at.

- I got you.
- You got me?

- I do.
- Okay.

I'll send you the time
for the drop.

All right.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

♪

[cell phone buzzing]

Hey, Ma, you good?

Listen, 'Riq,
I've been thinking.

I don't want you
to come to the trial.

- [Tariq] What?
- This week or at all.

No, Ma,
I wanna be there for you.

Now that your name
has been brought up,

it's just not smart, baby.

I-I just don't think you
should be in the public eye.

You don't need to be there.

What you need to be doing
is studying

and making sure Davis gets paid.

I got you.

[Tasha] How you doing otherwise?

- Yo, 'Riq.
- I gotta go, all right?

Finally, bro.

Yo, does your girl
even go to school?

Like, she's never in class.

Hey, not everyone's
as overscheduled as you.

Some of us are actually
in college,

you know, to have some fun.

Look, I'm focused,
and you need to be too, bro.

The app is blowing up,
and I'm not about to lose out

on no money because your
homeless-ass girlfriend

is here all the time.

I ain't gonna lie,
she can't come back.

We're losing out on money

because we don't have
any weight to move,

not because Riley,

and the only reason she's here

is because her roommates
just don't want dudes around.

Cane kidnapped you and Chase

just for being in this room.

You want that same shit
to happen to Riley?

Okay, you're right.

I'm sorry. I'll handle it.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Did Cane speak to you about
his conversation with Daddy?

He went up there
the other night.

No, Ma, I ain't spoke to Cane.

Did Daddy speak to you about it?

Not about that, no.

Look, Ma, I don't know anything.

[chuckles]

[Diana] I do.

I found Cane.

- Where?
- You did?

I can't say all that, but he
said he'll be at the meet.

I swear.

Okay, fine.
Back to regular protocol.

Dru, you make the cash run
to Bishop.

D, you'll be at the bar
to start sorting product.

♪

You real bold
coming in here saying

how you ain't gonna tell me
where your brother is.

Ma, he gotta be able to trust
somebody in this house.

It ain't you,
it ain't Daddy, so it's me.

Besides, you know
what you need to know, right?

Yeah, I got what I need.

You can go.

♪

[singer]
♪ Boy, you got a good thing ♪

♪ Good thing ♪

♪ Good thing ♪

[both breathing heavily]

♪ But you wanna play games ♪

[moans]

[singer] ♪ Play games ♪

♪ Play games... ♪

[both chuckle]

[giggles]

[both breathing heavily]

That was three.

Let's see if we can get to four.

[laughs]

Zeke, one of us has a job.

[singer]
♪ Don't waste my time... ♪

♪

I was wondering if you're, um...

planning on going
to the Q Party.

No, girl, I ain't worried
about those random hos

now that I got a real woman.

[chuckles]

Actually...

I'd like you to meet
my Auntie Monet.

She can be kind of tough,
but I-I think she'd like you.

Um...

Zeke...

we talked about this.

I'm a professor,

and you're a student
and a star athlete.

Any of this getting out
would be explosive,

which is why I think
you should go to the party,

for appearance's sake.

Be with girls your age.

Girls my age ain't got
nothing to talk about,

and all they trying to do
is get with a baller.

I'll go to the party
if that's what you want,

but I ain't letting you go.

♪

[cell phone chimes]

[sighs] Fuck.

[knock at door]

Uh, I-I was looking for Brayden.

Yeah, you sure
that's all you was looking for?

'Cause last time you came here,
you left with some shit

that wasn't yours,
and you still owe me for it.

So unless you want me to call
that big, scary Black nigga

to finish what he started,
I think you should go.

Listen, I don't know
how you got my brother involved

in... whatever you're doing,

but leave him out of it,
or I'm gonna call the cops.

Nigga, the cops work for us too.

Why you think they were so
quick to let you guys go, huh?

I mean, you can do
what you want,

but the only thing
you'd be doing

is turning Brayden in,

'cause ain't shit
tracing back to me.

I got an alibi.

I was sitting right there
playing chess with Riley.

[chuckles] Yeah, I bet you were.

Look, I don't know what kind of
freaky shit you three are into,

but it's pretty sick.

- What are you talking about?
- I saw you and Riley

in my room
at your birthday party.

Yeah, she must be
as good as she looks,

'cause when I peeked my head in,

you were knocked the fuck out.

Man, I wasn't
in your room with Riley.

Oh, yeah, you were.

I even changed my sheets
and everything

'cause I wasn't taking
any fucking chances.

♪

It's your turn.

I'd be done by now
if you let me shower with you.

We'd still be in there.

[male sports announcer
speaking indistinctly over TV]

[knock at door]

It's just the food.

Go.

[announcer continues]

♪

What are you doing here?

I was having lunch
at our old spot,

and the owner asked
where you were,

so she gave me this
on this house.

I didn't want it
to go to waste, so...

Jabari, I told you
we should only talk about work.

Takeout from our old spot
is-is not about work.

Come on, Carrie.

Look, I just want things
between us to be good,

and we can only talk
about work if you want.

And look,
I even brought the cards.

I asked you to leave them
on my desk.

I know. I just...

I-I just thought it'd be
a good memory, all right?

And I wanted to share it
with you, okay?

What... [scoffs]

This is what
we've always done, Carrie.

You know, we fight.
We argue. We make up.

Wh-what's changed?

[faucet squeaks, shower running]

[announcer continues]

Fucking sports highlights?

You take a sudden interest
in basketball, Carrie?

Goodbye, Professor Reynolds.

[door slams]

♪

[breathes deeply]

♪

[exhales sharply]

This week's text distills
3,000 years of warfare,

- leadership, and strategy...
- [cell phone buzzes]

...into what the author
identifies

as the 48 essential laws
of power.

Unlike our other material,
this single book

synthesizes the tactics

of some of history's
greatest figures

to lay out how principles
such as awareness, discretion,

and self-preservation

can ensure total control
over one's enemies.

Thoughts?

I mean, it's just
an instruction manual

on how to screw people over.

Or how to get what you want.

Look, I think it's outlining
how to succeed at business.

[scoffs]
You're not a businessman.

Look, everything is business,
all right?

- He's not wrong about that.
- You damn right.

But what if you're using it
to fight for the less fortunate

or for something
you're really passionate about?

All's fair in true love
and war, right?

Well, Ashley
makes a great point,

which leads me
to your assignment.

Each of you has a card
with your name on it.

On the back of the card
is a secret.

Your job is to guard that secret

while your partner
uses the tactics laid out

in The 48 Laws of Power
to get you to reveal it.

The students
who successfully procure

their partner's secrets
get an A.

And what stops us from just
telling each other our secrets?

Well, you do that,
and you both fail.

So partner up.

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

So here's the deal.

I need the A
to get the fellowship,

and since you are no longer
in the running,

you should just tell me
your secret.

Fuck no. I still need a A.

- [scoffs]
- Let me see that.

Word? Yeah.

What are you doing?
Give me that back.

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Give it back, Tariq.

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Tariq, give me...

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Give it! Tariq, give me...

Condom parade! Sex Week!

- Sex Week! Sex Week! Sex Week!
- Yo! Yo! [laughs]

- Whoa.
- Give me that.

- Ooh.
- Yo, Professor Milgram

did not say anything about
using brute physical strength.

I will get that from you
by any means necessary.

I mean, you look
a little strong,

but you're still short, so...

- Oh, short?
- Yeah.

- Oh, okay.
- Yo, stop.

Come on, chill. Chill.
Yo, stop, stop, stop.

- Yo, chill. Chill!
- Oh, I'm short?

- I'm short?
- Oh! Just chill!

- I'm short? I'm short?
- Chill, chill.

Okay, whatever.
Oh, my God, what are you doing?

I just want you to be able
to see yourself.

Yo, nigga, don't you go
to school in D.C.?

Malcolm, look,
I know this looks crazy,

but Tariq and I are doing
an assignment, and...

Hold on, Lauren.
Men are talking.

Excuse me?

How disrespectful
do you have to be

to put your hands
on another man's woman?

[scoffs]

Yo, get your nigga
before he get himself hurt.

I'm not a nigga,

and I would expect an educated
Black man to know better.

Malcolm, stop.

Tariq, can you just go

and we'll deal with this
later, please?

Yeah, I gotta be
somewhere anyway.

Later, Lauren.

Later, nigga.

♪

Malcolm, you are doing
way too much.

There is no too much when
I'm fighting for our future.

From this point on,
we don't have a future.

- Get out.
- [scoffs]

Lauren, don't make a mistake
you'll live to regret.

You are the mistake I regret.
Get out.

♪

[door slams]

[cell phone buzzes]

♪

Miss Merchant, you're here

on a possession
of marijuana charge,

which is quite
an accomplishment,

given the recent changes
to the law.

Over two ounces
is a serious offense.

Will you be
representing yourself today?

No, Your Honor.

My uncle... I mean my lawyer
will be here any minute.

Well, we can't wait here
all day, young lady.

You'll have to give your plea

whether your uncle shows or not.

Okay, well,
what plea do you enter

if you think the law itself
is stupid?

- Weed never hurt anybody.
- [door clatters]

♪

Ah, U.S. Attorney Saxe.
To what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm sorry I'm late, Your Honor.

I am here to represent
my niece Riley Merchant,

-Fuck
-or rather, Your Honor,
my friend David Turwilliger

is here to do so
with my blessing.

[judge] Very well, then.
Let's go ahead and begin.

As you know,
your niece Miss Merchant

is here on
a marijuana possession charge.

Yo, yo.

What'd you wanna
talk to me about?

Would you spit it out?

You're giving me a fucking
anxiety attack over here.

All right, look,

I should have told you this
a long time ago, but...

I didn't want you to get hurt.

But I think you need
to know the truth.

The truth about what?

All right, remember my birthday
when I got real fucked up?

Yeah.

Riley tried to hit that night.

That's not funny.

Look, she found me
in Trace's room,

and I basically had
to fight her off.

- I can't believe this.
- And then she tried

the same exact shit when you
were out with Cane, bro.

No, you... I can't believe you.

That's not Riley.

Bro, look, I know you don't
wanna believe that,

but you need to trust me,
all right?

I'm not about to lie to you
about some shit like that.

- Even Trace knows. Ask him.
- I'm not asking Trace shit.

You're really that petty, Tariq?

Brayden, listen to me, bro,
come on.

No, you listen to me!
We talked about this.

You said you were gonna stop
lying to me.

I thought we were boys.

You're fucked up, Tariq.

[door clicks open, slams]

[sighs]

Oh, my God.

[cell phone buzzes]

♪

[footsteps approaching]

[Tariq] You wanted to see me,
Professor?

I heard the Knicks
actually won this week.

That's why you wanted to see me?

Have a seat.

So where were you at
yesterday morning, Tariq?

Uh, I think I was...
think I was at the library.

The library was closed
for maintenance yesterday.

Oh, well, I must be confused.

Why do you ask?

Well, I saw you speaking
with Professor Milgram

after the fellowship
announcement.

Yeah, well, she's really,
um, interested.

Huh, interested.

Okay.

♪

So how about this, Tariq?

How would you like a second
chance at the fellowship?

Now, you were only a few points
away from qualifying,

so I wanna offer you
an extra-credit opportunity

to get right back in the game.

Look, I'd do anything to get
that fellowship,

so just let me know
what I need to do.

Well, I want you to write
a personal essay for me,

but I need you to go deep.

Okay, um, about what?

I want you to write
about the nature of power

in relationships,

let's say between you and a,
uh-a love interest, perhaps.

Um, yeah,
I could-I could do that.

But I want details,
Tariq, specifics.

All right, I got you.

Okay.

♪

[door clatters]

[sighs]

[Ott] Excited to see
how you pull this one off.

Without even one straight
white guy on there,

Davis is gonna have them

eating Tasha's sob story
right out of his hand.

Trust me, Steve,
there's a method to my madness.

Ah, I hope so, and since
you got spanked by Davis

and blew it
with that last witness,

I'm gonna be right here
watching you.

[bailiff] All rise.

Court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Nina Larkin presiding.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Please be seated.

In the case of the United States

versus Tasha St. Patrick,

are both sides ready?

- We're ready, Your Honor.
- [Saxe] Uh, uh, yes,

Your Honor, the prosecution
would like to call Paz Valdes

as its first witness.

[door clicks open]

♪

[bailiff]
Please raise your right hand.

What is Saxe gonna ask her?

Um, doesn't matter, okay?
She can't hurt us.

[bailiff] Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Uh, Ms. Valdes...

you mind telling us
what you do for a living?

Um, I own a nail salon
in Queens.

And how do you know
the defendant?

My sister Angela
was in a relationship

with her husband.

You two have spoken before,
correct?

Uh, can you tell me the nature
of those conversations?

They were mostly
about Angela and Jamie.

Was she angry about your
sister's sexual relationship

with her husband?

- Yes, at first.
- How angry was she?

And did she ever express,
say, a desire

to hurt either James
or Angela or worse?

No, never.

♪

[clears throat]

♪

Ms. Valdes, you told former
U.S. Attorney Jacob Warner

that Tasha was contacting
Angela on behalf

of the St. Patrick
drug organization, did you not?

Um, I didn't know...

Did you not supply my office
with a cell phone

given to Angela by the defendant

for the purposes
of secret communication?

♪

I can call Mr. Warner
to the stand...

or you could just
tell the truth.

Yes.

In the furtherance
of their drug business?

No. I don't know.

When I gave the phone
to Mr. Warner,

I thought it was from Jamie.

It was supposed to be
evidence against him.

Right, right,
because you believed James

killed your sister,
is that correct?

Yes, but I was wrong.
Tommy Egan did it.

Tommy Egan killed my sister.

[people murmuring]

[clears throat]

How do you know?

Tasha told me.

Well, how did she know, Paz?

I don't know.

This woman who hated
your sister,

who knew Angela
destroyed her marriage

and ruined her life,

this woman who used Angela

to help hide
her criminal enterprise,

you're saying you don't know
how Tasha might know

Egan killed Angela?

It never occurred to you
that she ordered him to do it?

Your Honor, he's testifying.

No.

She said she owed Angela.

She paid for her funeral.

Just the kind of magnanimous
gesture we would expect

- a queenpin to make.
- Your Honor.

Mr. Saxe,
now you are out of line.

Withdrawn.

Tasha and Angela
were getting along

by the end of everything.

Who told you that? Tasha?

Think back, Ms. Valdes.

Is it more likely
that James St. Patrick,

who was running for office,

who was giving back
to his community...

Is it-is it more likely
that he ordered the death

of your sister,
the love of his life,

or that this woman here,
Tasha St. Patrick,

who had everything to gain
by your sister's death,

that she and Tommy Egan

conspired together
to manipulate you?

♪

I don't know.

When she told you...

Tommy Egan killed your sister,

what did you do?

I went to confront him...

♪

...but he was already gone.

I think she knew
he was gone, Paz.

I think Tasha thought
of everything.

You were her useful idiot,

her fool.

Your sister and James are dead.

Tommy is in the wind.

Tasha is
the last woman standing.

Isn't it possible

that she was calling the shots
the whole time?

♪

Yes.

[people murmuring]

No further questions.

♪

What the fuck, Davis?

I thought you said that she
wasn't a dangerous witness.

It's okay.

Saxe has no idea
who he's fucking with.

♪

[dramatic hip-hop music plays]

♪

[car beeps]

♪

[tires screech]

Hey, Tejada, I need you
to come with me.

For what?

You were placed
at the scene of a robbery.

Come on, let's go.

♪

- You heard from him?
- No, but he said he'd be here.

Ma, I'm sure he's on his way.

He better be.

[sighs]

[dramatic music plays]

♪

- [line trills]
- Fuck.

[electronic female voice]
Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice...

[cell phone chimes]

[cell phone buzzes]

♪

Ms. Valdes, you told the police

that James St. Patrick killed
your sister, is that correct?

Yes.

And then you said today
that it was Tommy Egan?

Yes.

But now you're saying

that it could have been
my client herself.

Did you ever tell that
to the police?

No.

Are you in the habit of lying
to the police, Ms. Valdes?

No, of course not.

But your sister wasn't above
breaking the law, was she?

Especially
for James St. Patrick.

She admitted as much
in open court, is that right?

[Ott clears throat]

Objection. Relevance.

- I'm getting there.
- Please do.

Ms. Valdes?

Angela made mistakes,
but she owned up to them.

She had a conscience.

And that conscience is
what got her killed, isn't it?

Because she knew too much about
the St. Patrick organization,

and James had to silence her
before she turned on him.

Objection. Your Honor,
assuming facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Mr. MacLean, please find
another line of questioning.

[Davis] Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Valdes,

you purchased a nail salon
just a couple of months ago.

With what funds?

I received an inheritance.

From?

[Paz sighs]

James St. Patrick's estate.

So you told the police

that James St. Patrick
killed your sister,

and then you received

a significant amount of money
from him

and decided someone else

actually committed
that murder... twice.

Sounds to me, Ms. Valdes,

like you were paid
to change your tune.

That's not what happened.

Tasha told me
to take the money...

Ms. Valdes, do you have
any actual evidence

that my client was the head

of the St. Patrick
drug organization?

No.

No further questions.

[people murmuring]

[indistinct chatter]

- What the fuck, Trace?
- I gotta talk to you, Skids.

I'm sorry. Brayden.

Look, dude, whatever
your roommate's got you into...

Yeah, I know,
he's a fucking dick.

He just made up
some fucked-up story

about my girlfriend
coming on to him

at his birthday party
or some shit.

Um, look, not-not to defend him
or anything,

but, uh,
he-he wasn't lying about that.

I saw it myself, true story,
but, dude, about Tariq...

- I gotta-I gotta go.
- Brayden!

♪

Cane didn't show up,
and Dru's on a run,

so I didn't know what to do.

No, it's all good.
Monet upstairs?

Yeah, the connect's rep
should be here soon,

but now we just wait.

All right, bet.

CourseCorrect is really smart.

You know I had to tell
my mom about it,

but I'm glad she liked it.

I'm glad she liked it too.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hold on, give me a second.
Let me take this.

[buzzing continues]

Hello?

[Carrie]
Tariq, it's Professor Milgram.

I can't talk right now.

[Carrie] Listen, if you're
upset about the fellowship...

[Tariq] No, I'm doing
a extra-credit assignment.

[Carrie] Are you okay?

[Tariq] Feeling better.

♪

[Carrie] Okay.

♪

[cell phone buzzes]

♪

[knock at door]

♪

Monet? Where's Cane?

That ain't none
of your business.

[door clicks shut]

Here's a phone.

[scoffs]

[dial tone humming]

[touch-tones beeping]

[line trills]

[electronic female voice]
Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message...

- Shit.
- [dial tone humming]

[touch-tones beeping]

[line trills]

[electronic female voice]
Your call has been forwarded

to an autom...

♪

[dial tone humming]

[touch-tones beeping]

[line trills]

- [Ramirez] Hello?
- Yo, it's Cane.

Um, I'm at the precinct.

♪

That's the girl
you were smashing in your dorm?

[scoffs] No, it's my professor.

Listen, I know you're gonna
think I'm lying, but...

that day you came to my room,

Lauren wasn't in there,
all right?

It was Brayden's girlfriend.

She came in bugging out
'cause he was missing.

I couldn't tell you about it
'cause I had to figure out

if Monet was behind it or not.

I'm sorry, all right?

Damn, you kept it low-key.

Look, there's nothing going on

between me and Lauren,
all right?

She got a man.

So you weren't trying to play
me to the left at that party?

No, I was trying
to protect you...

and me.

You don't know who's watching
when you up at Stansfield, D.

You keep thinking
I don't like you,

but that's not the case at all.

It's just my life is...

is mad complicated.

You can tell me about it.

I really, really wish I could.

[smooth R&B music plays]

♪

I'll take all the pills
and more if you got them,

but I told Rico
all I need is half the coke.

Yeah?
Well, unfortunately for you,

Rico ain't passed
that message along,

so this what you gonna get.

Well, you better call him
and tell him.

Rico don't like to be bothered

with things
we can handle ourselves.

I can leave you half the coke
if you want,

but I'm leaving
with my full amount either way.

Yo, I think you misunderstood.

Rico may be your boss,
but I'm Monet Tejada,

and this ain't no negotiation.

[scoffs]

Okay, Monet Tejada.

[dramatic music plays]

Look, you gonna give me
my money, and I'll go,

or we gonna find
another solution.

Yo, I told you
all I got is half.

Well, look like you
gonna have to show me

- where you keep your cash at.
- Oh, shit!

[objects clattering]

- [grunts]
- Oh!

♪

You done fucked up now.

[Tariq] Yo, what the fuck
is going on up here?

- What?
- [Monet] Hey!

- [gunshot]
- [grunts]

[D.C. Joe gasping]

♪

- Stupid motherfucker.
- [D.C. Joe groans] No.

You fucked with the wrong bitch.

[gunshot, shell clatters]

What the fuck is you doing here?

[Diana] Ma!

Oh, I get it now.

No, he needed product,
and we were about to get some.

The fuck are we supposed
to do with this body?

Chill, chill. I got it.

Dru will handle it.

How's he gonna do this
by himself?

Ma, we can trust him.

All right, when Dru
comes back, you can help him.

Got you.

[soft indie music plays
over speakers]

Babe, thought we were gonna
meet at the restaurant.

Nah, I hate when people
break up in public.

- It's embarrassing.
- What?

You know, I've dealt with
some fucked-up shit in my life,

but I never expected it
to come from you.

Brayden, you're scaring me.

Tariq told me everything.

I know what you did that night
in Trace's room

when Tariq was fucked up
on his birthday.

- Oh, my God...
- The fact that you would try

and sleep with my best friend,

that's so fucked up, Riley.

[scoffs]
Me try to sleep with Tariq?

Babe, he's lying to you.

That's what I thought
at first too.

Then I talked to my brother.

He saw you, Riley.
He confirmed everything.

Brayden...

Trace is the one who hit on me.

Okay.

I swear to you,
it's not what you think.

No? Then what is it?

Brayden, I would never.

It's not true.

Hey, I love you.

Can't love someone

if they don't tell you
the truth, right?

Brayden, stop. I'm begging you.

Think about it.

Why would Tariq want us apart?

Then prove him wrong.

Tell me what you were doing
that night with Tariq.

[dramatic music plays]

Thank you.
That's what I thought.

[door clicks open, slams]

- [Tariq] Got him?
- [Dru grunts]

All right.

[Dru] You good?

Yeah, yeah.

All right, hold him still.

Hold him? For what?

So I can shoot him
through the windshield,

and it'll look like a mugging.

[scoffs] Man, fuck that shit.
Let me shoot him.

Uh, no, you never shot
no one before, have you?

That's what I thought.
Hold him still.

♪

[gunshot]

♪

[Cane] Hey, yo, Ramirez.

[Ramirez scoffs]

Hey, wait up, man.

Hey.

Good looking
with the alibi, all right?

Yo, you hear me?

The fuck is wrong
with you, Cane?

Putting those kids
on the street,

then this stunt with the GTG?

How can you expose Monet
to so much danger?

You know what could happen
to her, right, to all of us?

Man, fuck Monet, okay?
She don't give a fuck about us.

What's with these cuts?

They're part
of that GTG shit too?

[scoffs]

Monet said
she could keep you in line,

but trust me,
if she can't, I will.

Yeah, get the fuck out of here.

Monet don't even need you
anymore, all right?

She's changing
her entire business.

What are you talking about?

She's moving it over
to Stansfield

with that little bitch Tariq.

Tariq St. Patrick?

She's doing business with him?

See? She didn't even tell you.

He's moving weight for her.

She's been pushing me out.

And if she don't need me,
guess who's next.

Look, man,
it's either him or us,

unless you wanna do something
to stop him.

Get in.

You said Cane was gonna show up.

I did, but when he didn't
answer his phone,

I called Tariq to come through,
and I was right.

You were lucky,

but you're gonna tell me
where Cane is right now.

[door clicks open]

- Cane!
- Fuck you been, boy?

You know
what type of shit went down

because your ass wasn't
where it was supposed to be?

Mo, calm down.

He was on his way to the drop,
but he got picked up.

For what?

Armed robbery with the GTG.

Fuck, you his translator now?

He can talk.

Do you have any idea
what you exposed us to tonight?

- D.C. Joe attacked Ma.
- [Cane] What?

She had to take care of him
by herself.

- Where's he at? I'll handle it.
- It's already handled.

Ma, Dru can't get rid
of a body alone.

He's not alone.

Tariq's with him.

♪

You need me to do anything?

Like I said, it's been handled.

Go home.

Thank you for bringing
his ass home.

Go upstairs, Diana.

♪

Cops do that to your face?

No.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[smooth R&B music plays
over speakers]

Man.

I was thinking maybe we could
go to the Q Party together.

Oh, yeah, the Q Party.
Um, where's your man?

Shouldn't he be going with you?

I broke up with Malcolm.

That nigga is blocked
and canceled.

Hmm.

♪

So I was thinking, um,

now that Malcolm
is out of the picture,

maybe we can talk
about a few things.

Are you okay?

[tender music plays]

♪

[zipper scratches]

[dramatic music plays]

A professor at Stansfield
is sleeping with a student.

What?

A professor at Stansfield
is sleeping with a student.

Look.

♪

- [zipper scratches]
- That's my secret.

Here.

That's what
you're here for, right?

By any means necessary.

Wait, do you really think
this is why I'm here?

Well, I mean, we're hanging out,

and your boyfriend
just comes in,

and you start acting like
a whole different person,

and then you break up with him

and expect me to jump
when you say jump.

It's like, I don't even know
who you are.

♪

Yeah, and apparently
I don't know you either.

♪

[door slams]

[sighs]

♪

Mango.

Kiwi.

Come on, now, you knew
I was gonna get the secret.

Papaya.

Lauren, look, I know
you didn't like the book,

but, well, I'm not surprised
you succeeded.

Yeah, Professor Milgram,
I'm not sure that I did.

It's weird...
Tariq told me his secret,

but I think
he may have made it up.

Mine said "peach."

♪

Professor Milgram?

Oh, um, well, thank you, Lauren.

You'll get full credit
for the assignment.

Thanks.

♪

[door crashes open]

Saxe, you a lying-ass
motherfucker.

I thought we had a deal, Saxe.

I know, but that
DNC cocksucker Ott

was watching me
like a fucking hawk,

so I had to go at Paz like that,

or it would have blown
everything up.

But look, I'm still in this.
I'm still here.

No, no, no, no,
this isn't going to work.

No, no, it is. It is.

I found something...

A direct line
to taking Tariq down,

and it's a slam dunk.

♪

Has Tasha ever mentioned
Epiphany Turner?

♪

[sighs]

[cell phone buzzing]

Give me a minute.

Hey, Mo.

You went too far with Cane.

You think he makes
emotional decisions?

Well, where do you think
he gets this shit from?

I did what I had to do
to get through to him.

You're not a man, Mo.

Look, you ain't out here.

You don't understand
who he is now.

He's mine.

Don't do that shit again.

♪

[knock at door]

Glad you're finally willing
to talk.

Sit.

That's good, some human emotion.

I know everything, Carrie.

I saw his folder,

the condoms
meant for the students.

I know you're sleeping
with Tariq.

I just wanna hear you admit it.

That is ridiculous.

I'm not sleeping
with Tariq St. Patrick.

Is that why you gave him that
weird extra-credit assignment?

I'm his faculty advisor now,
Carrie.

Since when?

So you need to stay the hell
away from him, okay?

I don't know what you think
you saw,

Professor Reynolds,

but this card...

is an admission of guilt

of you sleeping
with your TA, Melissa.

It's in your own handwriting.

You are unbelievable.

You know, I feel for Melissa.

I was like her when we met...

Young and impressionable,

so charmed by your talent...

your stamina.

It's a new world, Jabari.

Times have changed.

Well, Melissa's
a grown-ass adult.

She is still your student.

Now, I can turn this in
to the administration,

or you can respect
my boundaries,

stay out of my business

for the rest your hopefully
short time here at Stansfield.

- You wouldn't dare.
- I would.

Goodbye, Jabari.

♪

[door slams]

- Hey.
- Yo.

I broke up with Riley.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

Look, it's all good, bro.

I'm sorry she did you like that.

Yeah, me too.

Trying to watch Lethal Weapon?

[door clatters]

[buzzer blares]

What are you doing here, Paz?

Why did you make me take
the money from Jamie's will?

Did you know
this was gonna happen?

Were you lying to me
the whole time?

I never lied to you.

I never did anything
to hurt you.

In fact, everything I did
helped you, right?

You got the salon.

You said Junior's
back in school.

Your father's back in the home.

♪

- Saxe made it sound like...
- Yeah, I know what he said.

But you were the only one
this whole time

who's suffered
as much as I have.

You're a single mom,
just like me.

You lost everything...

just like me.

I went to Truth that night.

But I heard you in my head.

You were right.

I had the choice
to walk away, so I did.

We could be on opposite sides
of this glass right now.

I didn't kill James.

Paz, I didn't do it.

But you know who did.

Angela didn't get out in time.

If you can save yourself, Tasha,

maybe it's your turn
to walk away.

♪

[Daye Jack's "Save My Soul"
plays]

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♪ All I need is ♪

♪ All I want ♪

♪ I walk a lonely road ♪

♪ I walk it all alone ♪

♪ The hope is ♪

♪ All I got is ♪

♪ All I need is ♪

♪ All I want ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Save my soul ♪

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♪ Save my ♪

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